Chapter 213

Chapter 212, Please, let me be free...

Natasha and Ward slowly went down to the 19th floor along the safety passage. According to the information provided by Lainie and Meister, there should be two men standing in the corridor outside at this moment.

"The two guys are standing at the end of the corridor at this moment. They don't seem to notice the situation upstairs. If you want to deal with them, I think now is the best time."

Mester controlled the drone to slowly bypass the side of the hotel building, monitoring the situation in the corridor through the windows and infrared cameras.

"Yes, with your two precision, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with them silently."

Fitz cut out the surveillance screen and together with Simmons, he made plans for the two.

Natasha slowly squatted down, then gently pushed the fire escape door open with her shoulder, and after revealing a gap large enough to stick out the muzzle of the gun, she kept her body and did not move.

Ward understood Natasha's idea, and then pressed his body against the fire escape door and stuck out the muzzle of the HK416.

The two men, one above and one below, aimed their rifles at the enemy at the end of the corridor.

Ward reached out and gently patted Natasha's shoulder, meaning that they were ready to shoot.

Puff! Puff!

Two muffled sounds followed, and the two guys who were smoking and bragging at the end of the corridor had no time to react at all, and were shot in the head by bullets flying from the darkness.

Blood mixed with brain matter sprayed on the window at the end of the corridor. After the bullet penetrated the skull, it penetrated the glass again, and then left two irregular bullet holes on the glass window full of sticky substances.

The two bodies slowly overlapped and fell softly on the carpet, without making too much noise, and did not alarm the enemies in the room on this floor.

"Hiss~ This is really disgusting..."

Fitz took a breath of cold air. He witnessed the whole process through the surveillance screen, and his stomach unconsciously churned a little.

Forcibly suppressing the feeling of nausea, Fitz deliberately turned away the surveillance screen and turned his attention to the situation in the corridor.

Mester controlled the drone to circle around the window on this floor, checking the enemy's movements in each room to make sure that no one noticed the abnormality in the corridor.

"Safe, the people in the room didn't hear the movement outside, you can continue to move."

Ward pressed the radio twice to indicate that he had been received.

Then Ward reached out and patted Natasha's shoulder again, and then pushed open the door of the safe passage and stood in the corridor with a gun.

Feeling the touch from her shoulder, Natasha lowered the muzzle and waited for Ward to pass, and then after Ward monitored the entire corridor, she stood up and walked out.

"No one from 1901 to 1907, there are 3 people in 1908, two men and one woman."

Mester's voice sounded again. She was always monitoring this floor through the infrared thermal imaging probe, and she had already checked all the rooms on this floor.

As Lainie said before, there are 20 rooms on this floor, all of which are luxury suites, but they are not full, and only about half of the rooms are occupied.

Natasha nodded and came to the door of room 1908 first.

Ward wanted to ask Natasha if she needed help, but Natasha waved her hand and asked him to go to the next room.

"There is a man and a woman in 1911."

Mester did not hesitate and pointed out the situation in the next room.

Ward was still thinking about whether to switch with the two. There was only one man in 1911, and it should be easier to deal with than 2908.

However, Natasha just raised her eyebrows and ignored him at all.

"The access control has been unlocked."

After obtaining Skye's control authority, Fitz took the initiative to assist the two and help them open the door.

Click! Click!

With two light sounds, the door locks of the two rooms opened together, and the already meager defense was now useless.

Putting down the rifle she was holding, Natasha pulled out the silenced Glock at her waist. When sneaking indoors, a pistol is obviously easier than a rifle.

Natasha gently pushed the door and did not find the anti-theft chain hanging on the door, which saved some unnecessary trouble.

There was no one in the living room, which Meister had already told her through the radio. Natasha listened quietly to the movement in the house and made sure that the three people in the house did not notice the movement at the door.

Slowly closing the door, Natasha lowered her body and slowly moved towards the master bedroom.

When she came to the door of the master bedroom, the excited conversations of two men and the painful wailing of a woman continued to come from the closed door.

Natasha knew what kind of dirty tricks were going on inside without thinking.

The bedroom door was not locked, but only half-closed. Natasha slowly opened the door with the muzzle of the gun, and through the gap she could clearly see what an ugly scene was inside at this time.

Natasha curled her lips and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The dull gunshots were almost inaudible under the cover of the music.

The woman looked at the man who fell limply on her body in a daze. For a moment, she did not react to what happened.

It was not until she saw the bloodstains sprayed on the wall through the gaps between her limbs that she realized that her suffering had finally ended.

The woman did not make a noise, and there was finally a look of relief in her desperate eyes. At this time, she had no strength to struggle, and could only strive for the shadow reflected on the wall to see where the person who saved her was.

"Please, let me be free..."

The woman no longer had the strength to speak. Her previous painful cries had broken her throat. She could only convey her last wish to the person at the door with a hoarse voice.

Natasha did not reply, and silently pointed the gun at the woman's head.

To be honest, she did not hear what the woman said, but at this moment, it was meaningless to worry about the content. The only thing she could do was to help her get rid of it.

Noticing the shadow's movements, the woman breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed her eyes.

All the bits and pieces of her past life appeared in front of her, and she silently said in her heart:

Child, mom is here to find you...

Puff!

The bullet penetrated her head, putting an end to her miserable life forever.

...

Closing the door quietly, Natasha returned to the corridor. At this time, Ward had already solved the enemies in room 1911 and was preparing to clear the next room.

Natasha silently checked the pistol magazine. There were 12 rounds in it. With the bullet in the chamber, there were 13 rounds in total, enough to deal with the situation in the next room.

Ward turned his head and looked at Natasha, and asked what was wrong.

Natasha shook her head and motioned him to continue. Then she resumed her previous "Black Widow" style and walked towards the door of the next room.

Ward couldn't figure out what was going on. He thought the other party had seen some unbearable scene and wondered whether he should care about it.

Now it seems that he was just overthinking. How could the famous Black Widow be affected by such a pediatric situation.

"1921, four people, two men and two women, a couple is in the living room now, you be careful."

Ahem! Don't ask why there is room 21 among 20 rooms. The answer is that there is no room 13, 14, 17.